Since I couldn't for the life of me figure out what to write about today, I figured that since I haven't been writing much lately, you probably have no clue who I am anymore (if you even knew who I was then...). My name is Makenna, though if you look in the sidebar, I'm sure it's there somewhere. I'm 19, and live in Las Vegas, which means if I'm not at work, I'm at home, because there is absolutely NOTHING to do in this city that doesn't involve the 21+ age limit and/or exorbitant amounts of money, which I don't have. Or I'm gaming every other Saturday.
I'm a receptionist at a college called High-Tech Institute. It's ironic, isn't it? I've never taken classes at college, but I get a bi-weekly paycheck from one.
I don't have a car. I never have, and it's looking to be that I never will, at least till I have a) a better job or b) children. I ride the bus to and from work every weekday, and the occasional Saturday.
I don't believe in anonymity, unless you're doing something for the interest of others, and your putting your personal life at risk. Take for instance, Mrs. Q, who is blogging about the student lunches at her school. She is buying a student lunch for $3.00 every day, taking a picture of it, and then telling us about her experience with the food, describing tastes, flavors, negative/positive side effects, and her fears, inviting others to comment with experiences, or even be a guest blogger. Her job and livelihood are at stake, as well as the livelihood of her family. That is what anonymity is for. If you're trolling or flaming under anonymity, that's just fear, and there's no excuse for that.
I am in a relationship, sorry boys. I'm pretty sure he doesn't want to have his info put out into the public domain, so the only thing I'm going to tell you about him is that his name is Leo. I'm sure that from some of my posts, you can deduce more about him, but I'm not too terribly worried about that.
I think I've just figured out what I'm going to write for today. See in next post.
4/8/10
4/5/10
Devotion.
With the odd schedule that accompanies my job, I find myself riding the bus at 6:00 in the morning occasionally. And on those days, I get to witness Love, with a capital 'L.'
There is a man that rides the same bus I do on these occasional days. He's tall, dresses cleanly and respectably, is black, and looks to be in his early 30's. Every morning, he stands and waits patiently for the bus.
There is a woman who also waits patiently for the bus every morning. She's a little shorter than I, looks as though she's wearing her pants on over her pajamas, wears plain white shoes, looks to be in her mid-40's, and has an overall feel of frumpiness to her.
These two don't really interact while waiting. There is no holding hands, no kisses, no fond looks (they hardly look at eachother). But at about 6:05 (three minutes before the bus arrives), she turns to him, and him to her, she smiles, waves, (occasionally gives him a peck) and runs back across the street (five lanes of traffic) and into the apartment complex. I often watch these two from the corner of my eye. I don't mean to be rude, but it's an interesting situation.
I find the situation interesting because I can't tell the what the relationship between these two is. Are theyHusband and wife? Neither of them wear any rings that I know of, but they usually keep their hands in their pockets. It's been a cold winter... Mother and son? Lovers? Brother and sister? Hell, in this city, it could be a pimp and his ho.
I had a huge urge to ask this morning what was going on. But I am honestly afraid that they are a pimp and his ho, and that would just ruin the magic for me. In my mind, I've got this fantasy where they are husband and wife, completely devoted to eachother. He has to be at work early, and she wants to spend as much time as possible with him, so when he's done showering and dressing, he wakes her up, and starts making breakfast, while she gets dressed enough she doesn't freeze. After breakfast, they walk down to the bus stop, and spend what time they can just being in the presence of eachother. But alas!, she has to start getting ready for her day, and has to go home.
Yeah, I know.... sappy. But still. I wish I had someone that devoted to me, to wake up at five in the morning, just to spend time with me. That's why it's called a 'fantasy'. Because it's likely to never happen, unless he also has to wake up at five for some reason.
Don't get me wrong; Leo and I love eachother, and love spending time together, and, again, I realize that five in the morning is waaay too early. (A favorite saying of mine, usually heard around 10 'o-clock, is "...No one should have to be awake at this Godforsaken hour...") But it feels that a quick, "I-love-you-have-a-good-day" and a small, half-awake kiss just isn't enough to last through the long, eight-hour workday. IDK, maybe I'm clingy?
I'm going to commit to writing at LEAST once a week, on something... Whether it's just a rant on my day-to-day life (buses, ferrets who don't know what "no" is, cigarettes, Obama, ect.), noting little miracles (gotta love the little things), or giving my opinion on an article. TTYL.
There is a man that rides the same bus I do on these occasional days. He's tall, dresses cleanly and respectably, is black, and looks to be in his early 30's. Every morning, he stands and waits patiently for the bus.
There is a woman who also waits patiently for the bus every morning. She's a little shorter than I, looks as though she's wearing her pants on over her pajamas, wears plain white shoes, looks to be in her mid-40's, and has an overall feel of frumpiness to her.
These two don't really interact while waiting. There is no holding hands, no kisses, no fond looks (they hardly look at eachother). But at about 6:05 (three minutes before the bus arrives), she turns to him, and him to her, she smiles, waves, (occasionally gives him a peck) and runs back across the street (five lanes of traffic) and into the apartment complex. I often watch these two from the corner of my eye. I don't mean to be rude, but it's an interesting situation.
I find the situation interesting because I can't tell the what the relationship between these two is. Are theyHusband and wife? Neither of them wear any rings that I know of, but they usually keep their hands in their pockets. It's been a cold winter... Mother and son? Lovers? Brother and sister? Hell, in this city, it could be a pimp and his ho.
I had a huge urge to ask this morning what was going on. But I am honestly afraid that they are a pimp and his ho, and that would just ruin the magic for me. In my mind, I've got this fantasy where they are husband and wife, completely devoted to eachother. He has to be at work early, and she wants to spend as much time as possible with him, so when he's done showering and dressing, he wakes her up, and starts making breakfast, while she gets dressed enough she doesn't freeze. After breakfast, they walk down to the bus stop, and spend what time they can just being in the presence of eachother. But alas!, she has to start getting ready for her day, and has to go home.
Yeah, I know.... sappy. But still. I wish I had someone that devoted to me, to wake up at five in the morning, just to spend time with me. That's why it's called a 'fantasy'. Because it's likely to never happen, unless he also has to wake up at five for some reason.
Don't get me wrong; Leo and I love eachother, and love spending time together, and, again, I realize that five in the morning is waaay too early. (A favorite saying of mine, usually heard around 10 'o-clock, is "...No one should have to be awake at this Godforsaken hour...") But it feels that a quick, "I-love-you-have-a-good-day" and a small, half-awake kiss just isn't enough to last through the long, eight-hour workday. IDK, maybe I'm clingy?
I'm going to commit to writing at LEAST once a week, on something... Whether it's just a rant on my day-to-day life (buses, ferrets who don't know what "no" is, cigarettes, Obama, ect.), noting little miracles (gotta love the little things), or giving my opinion on an article. TTYL.
4/3/10
A quick apology, then the iPad. Which I'm sure you're sick of hearing about already.
Yeah, yeah. I haven't been posting. I know. Sorry. It's not like I have a huge following anyways.
So lately it's been slowing down at work, which leaves me a LOT of free time. So I've been reading the news. Well, mostly what Yahoo! posts to their front page, but still. It's more than what I used to do.
One of the frequent topics on the Yahoo! front page is the iPad. And I have come to some conclusions. But first let me say this: I have no experience with it. Never touched one. I also don't have an iPhone.
1) The price. It's some $600 for the smallest GB (that's with shipping, handling and taxes), and if you want 3G, well, that's even MORE pricey. For the largest GB, it's about $200 more, PLUS a plan. And that's WITHOUT the apps! The average cost of an app for this thing is anywhere from $0.99 (an iPhone app, which isn't sized for the iPad) to a $5o one. Granted, the most expensive iPhone app is $50K and doesn't do anything (it's a graphic of a ruby, just sitting on your screen like an app. To show that your rich. WTF?), but seriously?? The damn tablet is expensive enough! Not to mention all the gizmos to go with the apps!
2) The size. This thing smaller than your average laptop (I've got a wide-screen laptop anyways...) but bigger than your iPhone (duh!), and weighs about 1.5lbs. I've read it described as "heavy." Well, yeah, it's kinda hefty. You have to pack all this technology into a weedle thing about the size of a shoe. Maybe, if you break it's glass screen, you can do reps with it... In the article that prompted me to start writing again (read it here) he mentions that after playing with the iPad for an hour and watching Avatar on it, he went to fiddle with his iPhone (...He has both? WhyTF do you need both??) and his iPhone felt "puny." Yay?
3) The screen. It's glass. Which means if you want to do anything while outside on a nice-ish to beautiful day, you're fucked. Hello, glare! Also, if you want to watch movies with a lot of dark screens in them, prepare to see your beautiful face. Because the screen has the reflecting capabilities of a mirror (Which is a free app, by the way... LOL!). "You've never handled one! How would you know, froggoddess!" you might be thinking. Fine. You've got me there. But next time you pass a window when you're in the light, and the room is pitch-black... BAM! There you are with a clarity with which you can fix your mascara.
4) Apple. When the iPhone came out, everyone was sooo excited that the other cell phone companies made bank from everyone dropping their plans for AT&T (or was it Cingular back then??), only to find dismay that the iPhone was (even admittedly!) not ready for launch. There were so many bugs... hell, there still are. Not to mention the suck that was one of the patches. Dropped battery life by nearly 50%! Now the people who paid for the first-release iPhones are hopping mad, because they paid. How much? Nearly $300 for the 16GB! Now the price for the 16GB is almost $100. And you just know they're going to do the same (or similar) price drop for the iPad. So what's the point of buying now? Why, in God's name, would you pay such exorbitant prices for an almost-prototype? *sigh* I don't know. :/
5) The name. iPad. Quick! Close your eyes, and say the name out loud. What comes to mind?? An oversized iPhone? To me, I think of feminine hygene products. Or a puppy pad. Neither of which would improve if you added an electronic *anything* to them.
6) No camera. Of any kind. According to Steve Jobs, it will NEVER have one. Uhh, okay?
7) No Flashplayer. Again, I've heard that it will NEVER have it. Dear Mr. Jobs: I don't GIVE a shit if you think it's stupid and unnecessary. It's ALL over the internet. And Flash isn't going anywhere. Sorry!
8) Doesn't charge from USB. Yeah... I think it should have USB and wall-plug capabilities. I hate having to turn on my computer to charge my iPod, but some people are into that. Freaks.
9) QWERTY touch-screen keyboard. It's apparently got a really good on-screen keyboard. (Read reviews here and here). Biggest complaint? Hard to do it. Why? You have to awkwardly place it on your lap, place it on a table ("not the best solution due to the iPad's curved back"), hold it with one hand ("effectively slashing your possible WPM"), get a keyboard ($79), or get a case to prop it up ($39). With the best solutions taking even more money out of your recessioned wallet, I'd say it's not worth it.
10) E-BOOKS. To begin this section, let me start with these two works: FUCK. THAT. When Amazon introduced the "Kindle," I became infuriated. I'm a HUGE book-reader. I'm also somewhat paranoid. I believe that scenarios like Fahrenheit 451 and Equilibrium will happen, eventually, and that these "electronic-books" are a way for the government to control our reading material. They're also a LOT easier to find and/or destroy. (All electronics emit a signal of some sort.) The E-Book industry will also kill the publishing company. On a plus side, they will save the environment, and boost business for optometrists...
By now, I'm sure that you're all done reading me be a pessimist about the iPad. So I'll stop. But I'll let you know if I ever get one.
8/31/09
Whoa, long time!
Sorry I haven't been writing, but none of my readers *coughLIKEIHAVEANYcough* have notified me of my absence. Until now. I got a message from blogspot that said my blog was out-of-date. Sorry!
2/24/09
ANNIVERSARY!
Today, one year ago, I published my first post here on blogger. YAY! *celebrates*
...Okay, that was it.
...Okay, that was it.
2/18/09
An Evil Ultimatum
GAH! Boy trouble. Sucks, doesn't it? The drama that surrounds dating.
So, if you've been following along my stupidly boring life, you'll remember Mark. And if you haven't, let me clue you in: Mark was my first friend here in Hell's Oven (A.K.A Las Vegas), Nevada. My first real boyfriend, and the guy who took my V-Card. He just turned 21. I just turned 18. We've been close for years. You figure out how illegal that was. So now you know a little about Mark, and our relationship.
That all ended last night.
We were sitting in the parking lot of a park (I had previously been in that same spot only a couple of weeks ago, celebrating the win of the Steelers during the Superbowl), and we were talking seriously, voices slightly elevated. Nearly the whole way to the park, Mark had been trying to convince me to have an affair with him, that Logan would never have to know, and that he missed me.
I asked him why the sudden change of heart; why ask me out now when I've been chasing him for months. Why now, when I have a boyfriend? His answer was that I was 18 now. Yeah. I'm betting that it's also because I'm with Logan.
So, we start talking about how we can't act like we always did around eachother. He called me a cock-tease, and that I can't even talk 'cause it turns him on. And it eventually turned out to this:
I would have to gain another 100 pounds, scar my face, change my voice (or just stop talking), not wear any makeup, and have Mrs. Lovett's hair (Sweeney Todd reference) to be able to ever hang out with him. I said screw that.
Then he started to ask why I was denying who I am sexually. Wait.... WHAT??? I'm not gay! But that's not what he meant. He says that when I'm with Logan, I'm not having the type of sex I want. He asked if Logan had ever handcuffed me or tied me up. I responded with "I take the fifth," and he was like, "I knew it." And I was like, what? again, because the conversation was going around in ciricles in my head, and I didn't get what that had to do with anything. Why should my love life matter to him?
Then he asked why I couldn't have both Logan and Mark. Umm... Because I'm in a very serious and loving relationship? Then he threw it: Either I cheat on Logan with Mark, break up with Logan for Mark, or never see Mark again.
So what did I do? I told him to fuck himself sideways, and left.
I love you, Logan.
So, if you've been following along my stupidly boring life, you'll remember Mark. And if you haven't, let me clue you in: Mark was my first friend here in Hell's Oven (A.K.A Las Vegas), Nevada. My first real boyfriend, and the guy who took my V-Card. He just turned 21. I just turned 18. We've been close for years. You figure out how illegal that was. So now you know a little about Mark, and our relationship.
That all ended last night.
We were sitting in the parking lot of a park (I had previously been in that same spot only a couple of weeks ago, celebrating the win of the Steelers during the Superbowl), and we were talking seriously, voices slightly elevated. Nearly the whole way to the park, Mark had been trying to convince me to have an affair with him, that Logan would never have to know, and that he missed me.
I asked him why the sudden change of heart; why ask me out now when I've been chasing him for months. Why now, when I have a boyfriend? His answer was that I was 18 now. Yeah. I'm betting that it's also because I'm with Logan.
So, we start talking about how we can't act like we always did around eachother. He called me a cock-tease, and that I can't even talk 'cause it turns him on. And it eventually turned out to this:
I would have to gain another 100 pounds, scar my face, change my voice (or just stop talking), not wear any makeup, and have Mrs. Lovett's hair (Sweeney Todd reference) to be able to ever hang out with him. I said screw that.
Then he started to ask why I was denying who I am sexually. Wait.... WHAT??? I'm not gay! But that's not what he meant. He says that when I'm with Logan, I'm not having the type of sex I want. He asked if Logan had ever handcuffed me or tied me up. I responded with "I take the fifth," and he was like, "I knew it." And I was like, what? again, because the conversation was going around in ciricles in my head, and I didn't get what that had to do with anything. Why should my love life matter to him?
Then he asked why I couldn't have both Logan and Mark. Umm... Because I'm in a very serious and loving relationship? Then he threw it: Either I cheat on Logan with Mark, break up with Logan for Mark, or never see Mark again.
So what did I do? I told him to fuck himself sideways, and left.
I love you, Logan.
2/15/09
Happy Single's Appreciation Day!
A.K.A Valentine's Day! 
And my Valentine's Day (itself) was amazing, thank you! Logan and I went to the school play, The Tempest, which was amazing, good job everyone
, had dinner at my place
and was all alone until around 10-ish when my parents came home. Amazing night, I must say!
However, the day before Valentine's was... not so peachy, I must say. Gage called me on Thursday night, requesting that I come to school on Friday (which was really weird). Then when I go, he tried to give me two Valentine's Day chocolates, (A big heart of chocolate, and a chocolate frog) which I refused. And here's why (in bullet form!!):
And my Valentine's Day (itself) was amazing, thank you! Logan and I went to the school play, The Tempest, which was amazing, good job everyone, had dinner at my place and was all alone until around 10-ish when my parents came home. Amazing night, I must say!Amazing night!
However, the day before Valentine's was... not so peachy, I must say. Gage called me on Thursday night, requesting that I come to school on Friday (which was really weird). Then when I go, he tried to give me two Valentine's Day chocolates, (A big heart of chocolate, and a chocolate frog) which I refused. And here's why (in bullet form!!):
- He'll call my cell for a random question, and when I don't answer, he'll call my house. And do this repeatedly until someone answers. He called to talk to my mom on Friday... Kinda stalker-ish.
- He asked me a couple of weeks ago that if I was not with Logan, would I ever consider going back out with him?
I gave him a "probably not" maybe, but didn't pick up on the "not" part.
Maybe?
- He needs help. He says he's going to his counselor's every week, but I see no improvement.
- He's always asking for a hug
, even though he knows I'm not that into him, and he KNOWS that that's not going to help him get over me. (Which he's struggling with)
So that's the low-down on that. Woot. Woot.
1/22/09
Is it?
Okay, if you've never read Twilight or the Host, stop reading... You may not understand...
So, I might have met him. My Jacob. My Ian. We have a weird connection. We're both gamers, and he has played D&D, but he's into a different game, which I'm starting to like. It's a LARP called Vampires. I enjoy it, but in the game we play rivals, so we can't be seen talking together I/C.
Just so you know, I met him online, then met at a public place with a heavy purse, just on the off-chance he wasn't what he said he was. He was. And it's been a great 3 weeks.
And, no, I won't tell you his name, where he lives, or any other info about him. I know a few of my readers... And I'd rather not bury my boyfriend, K?
So my favorite teacher, like, ever, Mr. Bayer, has a new Student Aide. ME!! I'm sooo happy! Now I can bug him before school, during school, and after school! Yaaay!
There's a new guy in school. His name is Matt. And there's something about him I can't figure out. His aura is... not normal. So, you know how I can be... I've taken it on myself to give him a friend. I know, I can be annoying... But everyone needs a friend, right?
I'm watching a marathon of Momma's Boys, and I've thought about auditioning... Lol... It's a good show...
Oh yeah...
Mom's in the hospital. Nothing serious, but she'll be there for about a week... I'm going to miss her, because now I have to live with Dad/Hitler.
Wish me luck!
So, I might have met him. My Jacob. My Ian. We have a weird connection. We're both gamers, and he has played D&D, but he's into a different game, which I'm starting to like. It's a LARP called Vampires. I enjoy it, but in the game we play rivals, so we can't be seen talking together I/C.
Just so you know, I met him online, then met at a public place with a heavy purse, just on the off-chance he wasn't what he said he was. He was. And it's been a great 3 weeks.
And, no, I won't tell you his name, where he lives, or any other info about him. I know a few of my readers... And I'd rather not bury my boyfriend, K?
So my favorite teacher, like, ever, Mr. Bayer, has a new Student Aide. ME!! I'm sooo happy! Now I can bug him before school, during school, and after school! Yaaay!
There's a new guy in school. His name is Matt. And there's something about him I can't figure out. His aura is... not normal. So, you know how I can be... I've taken it on myself to give him a friend. I know, I can be annoying... But everyone needs a friend, right?
I'm watching a marathon of Momma's Boys, and I've thought about auditioning... Lol... It's a good show...
Oh yeah...
Mom's in the hospital. Nothing serious, but she'll be there for about a week... I'm going to miss her, because now I have to live with Dad/Hitler.
Wish me luck!
12/30/08
Javion Raymond Bigalow.
So, there's this asshole in one of my classes, (see name above), who thinks he's better than the world. Well. I think we're going to have to fix that.
Here are a few of his emails.
This was todays:
look bitch your a nobody ive neve wanted u how could i go out wit somebody who wears the same pants everyday the only reason i talked to u because it was apart of me becoming an omega gent we had to talk to the most pathetic girl and u fit dat catagory your nothin and by da way im better than u in every way possible im smart super smart good lookin popular an educated black man with a great future ahead of him and i have the best gf in da world your just a fat ugly nerd wit no life o by da way stop wearing da same pants everyday
This is what's going on on Facebook:
Javion Raymon Biglow
December 12 at 7:33pm
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fat nerdy bitch
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Makenna Driscoll
December 21 at 6:35pm
Really?? Me?? You're the one who's so insecure about himself that he's afraid to do anything that makes him look gay. Are you afraid of your own feelings? Homo?
Javion Raymon Biglow
December 21 at 7:44pm
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Woah i aint gay just because i care about the way i look dosent make me gay unlike u i like to look presentable
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Makenna Driscoll
December 22 at 8:54pm
I don't care how you look. It's about how you act. I also don't like the way you're playing Skye. Because of your *actions*, I think you're gay.I am an actress. I *study* the way people act. YOU are gay.
Javion Raymon Biglow
December 22 at 10:20pm
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no I love skye and I aint gay just because I dress nice and u wear those same ugly ass pants everyday don't get mad I might be a little metro but not gay never dat you just mad because I don't want yo fat ugly ass I would never want to be seen wit you you fuckin nerd
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Makenna Driscoll
December 22 at 10:31pm
nice. ALL of Skye's friends know you're playing her. You love her?? Then why the hell were you trying to hook up with Juliana while dating her?? Why were you trying to finger Kristina??I may wear glasses, but I'm not blind. Metro?? Bullshit. You don't act metro. You don't act gay. You're so repulsed by the idea that someone may think you're gay, or even look gay, that we all think you are.Oh, and by the way, I'm not a "nerd" Geek, thank you! I am not "fat," I'm merely in love with food. I am not ugly, only to you. And it's not your opinion I care about, mainly because I will never entertain the idea of dating a bigshot, liar, player, and schovanist. Sorry, but I'm not. Maybe someone else will, but I don't envy the women who get beaten by their husbands for not doing the dishes right. Oh, and just a tip, if you're going to hit your wife like I expect you will, make sure that when she wears strappy dresses, it won't show.And Viagra will help with that little "problem" of yours.
Javion Raymon Biglow
December 22 at 10:47pm
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one I do love her just because im popular don't mean nothin and I just told jilliana that I liked her and I didn't do shit to christina and little problem please u wasn't complaining and I will never hit a women I takes care of mine skyes going to have a rich husband in the nba euroleuge wich im going to after graduation u just want wat skye got but you could never get some body like me your a nobody people knows who skye is and you can't talk about me about nothin untill u know how to skip a meal
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Makenna Driscoll
December 29 at 12:20am
Who said you were "popular?" NBA? You have to be good. Are you even on the team this year? You weren't at the last assembly. Do you honestly think that I want you??? Why would I be attracted to you? You are a stuck-up jerk who cares only about himself. I could never get anyone like you?? The last time I did anyone, he was 21, WITH a job. My best friend is 23, with an even better job. YOU, on the other hand, are a jobless highschooler with no future.Oh, and guess what? I can't control genes. I'm large because it's in my family. I always have been, just as you are tall. You know what?? Maybe you should shrink!
I did not edit anything. Nothing to make him look worse, or me better. If you've been reading this, you know I give the whole truth. But I'll let you be the judge.
I've been thinking of embarrassing him. Handcuffing him in class maybe, using my MP friends' real handcuffs. Or just slapping him or kicking him in the soft spot. Making him get on his knees and beg forgiveness, maybe. Or just do it at lunch. In front of everybody. Oh, the things I could do. Slip some epicac into his food. Heh. Make him puke in class. Heh. Slip some Viagra into his food. THAT would be epic. IDK. I'll have to think about it. Wait till he does something in class. Or I could just go to the police.
Here are a few of his emails.
This was todays:
look bitch your a nobody ive neve wanted u how could i go out wit somebody who wears the same pants everyday the only reason i talked to u because it was apart of me becoming an omega gent we had to talk to the most pathetic girl and u fit dat catagory your nothin and by da way im better than u in every way possible im smart super smart good lookin popular an educated black man with a great future ahead of him and i have the best gf in da world your just a fat ugly nerd wit no life o by da way stop wearing da same pants everyday
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Javion Raymon Biglow
December 12 at 7:33pm
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fat nerdy bitch
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Makenna Driscoll
December 21 at 6:35pm
Really?? Me?? You're the one who's so insecure about himself that he's afraid to do anything that makes him look gay. Are you afraid of your own feelings? Homo?
Javion Raymon Biglow
December 21 at 7:44pm
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Woah i aint gay just because i care about the way i look dosent make me gay unlike u i like to look presentable
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Makenna Driscoll
December 22 at 8:54pm
I don't care how you look. It's about how you act. I also don't like the way you're playing Skye. Because of your *actions*, I think you're gay.I am an actress. I *study* the way people act. YOU are gay.
Javion Raymon Biglow
December 22 at 10:20pm
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no I love skye and I aint gay just because I dress nice and u wear those same ugly ass pants everyday don't get mad I might be a little metro but not gay never dat you just mad because I don't want yo fat ugly ass I would never want to be seen wit you you fuckin nerd
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Makenna Driscoll
December 22 at 10:31pm
nice. ALL of Skye's friends know you're playing her. You love her?? Then why the hell were you trying to hook up with Juliana while dating her?? Why were you trying to finger Kristina??I may wear glasses, but I'm not blind. Metro?? Bullshit. You don't act metro. You don't act gay. You're so repulsed by the idea that someone may think you're gay, or even look gay, that we all think you are.Oh, and by the way, I'm not a "nerd" Geek, thank you! I am not "fat," I'm merely in love with food. I am not ugly, only to you. And it's not your opinion I care about, mainly because I will never entertain the idea of dating a bigshot, liar, player, and schovanist. Sorry, but I'm not. Maybe someone else will, but I don't envy the women who get beaten by their husbands for not doing the dishes right. Oh, and just a tip, if you're going to hit your wife like I expect you will, make sure that when she wears strappy dresses, it won't show.And Viagra will help with that little "problem" of yours.
Javion Raymon Biglow
December 22 at 10:47pm
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one I do love her just because im popular don't mean nothin and I just told jilliana that I liked her and I didn't do shit to christina and little problem please u wasn't complaining and I will never hit a women I takes care of mine skyes going to have a rich husband in the nba euroleuge wich im going to after graduation u just want wat skye got but you could never get some body like me your a nobody people knows who skye is and you can't talk about me about nothin untill u know how to skip a meal
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Makenna Driscoll
December 29 at 12:20am
Who said you were "popular?" NBA? You have to be good. Are you even on the team this year? You weren't at the last assembly. Do you honestly think that I want you??? Why would I be attracted to you? You are a stuck-up jerk who cares only about himself. I could never get anyone like you?? The last time I did anyone, he was 21, WITH a job. My best friend is 23, with an even better job. YOU, on the other hand, are a jobless highschooler with no future.Oh, and guess what? I can't control genes. I'm large because it's in my family. I always have been, just as you are tall. You know what?? Maybe you should shrink!
I did not edit anything. Nothing to make him look worse, or me better. If you've been reading this, you know I give the whole truth. But I'll let you be the judge.
I've been thinking of embarrassing him. Handcuffing him in class maybe, using my MP friends' real handcuffs. Or just slapping him or kicking him in the soft spot. Making him get on his knees and beg forgiveness, maybe. Or just do it at lunch. In front of everybody. Oh, the things I could do. Slip some epicac into his food. Heh. Make him puke in class. Heh. Slip some Viagra into his food. THAT would be epic. IDK. I'll have to think about it. Wait till he does something in class. Or I could just go to the police.
12/22/08
Sorry!
Yeah, yeah, I know... Haven't been here in forever, blah blah blah...
So, if you haven't heard the news reports... it SNOWED in Las Vegas. SNOWED. Yes. I had SOOOO much fun!!! On Wednesday, December 17th 2008. It snowed. I even built a little snowman.
And on the 18th, we had a SNOWDAY!! The first one in 30 years! SOOO much fun!
And then, the 19th, was my 18th birthday. umm.. yeah, it pretty much sucked. Only Juliana, Gage, Carlos (creep. I don't know HOW he knew...) and.. wait.. NO ONE ELSE at school remembered. I have been bitching and complaining about my birthday for two weeks. hm. You'd think they'd remember.
I got House season 1 on DVD for my birthday, and I finished the entire season on Saturday.
Christmas is coming, and I'm looking forward to: guess! Going to my aunt's house! What were you thinking?? Presents? I already know what most of them are. So what's the point? I love Aunt Sadie's other family. I love seeing them. I grew up with one of them.
So, Gage called. With good news and bad news. The good news is that Gage had fun on the mountain, and came back alive. The bad news: He came back, but from what he said, just barely. He says he has a fractured rib or two, and he hurt his femur(?), as well as hurt his arm.. That's what he says. He has no casts, but if he fractured his leg, it would be wrapped in a heavy layer of plaster. If you throw out your knee, they'll put it in a cast. Sometimes. But if there's a break of any kind, they cast it. If it gets moved, bumped just wrong, or anything, it'll set wrong, and he may never walk again. So I have a small feeling that he's playing it up a bit.
So, if you haven't heard the news reports... it SNOWED in Las Vegas. SNOWED. Yes. I had SOOOO much fun!!! On Wednesday, December 17th 2008. It snowed. I even built a little snowman.
And on the 18th, we had a SNOWDAY!! The first one in 30 years! SOOO much fun!
And then, the 19th, was my 18th birthday. umm.. yeah, it pretty much sucked. Only Juliana, Gage, Carlos (creep. I don't know HOW he knew...) and.. wait.. NO ONE ELSE at school remembered. I have been bitching and complaining about my birthday for two weeks. hm. You'd think they'd remember.
I got House season 1 on DVD for my birthday, and I finished the entire season on Saturday.
Christmas is coming, and I'm looking forward to: guess! Going to my aunt's house! What were you thinking?? Presents? I already know what most of them are. So what's the point? I love Aunt Sadie's other family. I love seeing them. I grew up with one of them.
So, Gage called. With good news and bad news. The good news is that Gage had fun on the mountain, and came back alive. The bad news: He came back, but from what he said, just barely. He says he has a fractured rib or two, and he hurt his femur(?), as well as hurt his arm.. That's what he says. He has no casts, but if he fractured his leg, it would be wrapped in a heavy layer of plaster. If you throw out your knee, they'll put it in a cast. Sometimes. But if there's a break of any kind, they cast it. If it gets moved, bumped just wrong, or anything, it'll set wrong, and he may never walk again. So I have a small feeling that he's playing it up a bit.
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